CH 16.038 p Then Brandir’s dread befall.’

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16.034 ‘Nor I myself,’ afraid.’
16.035 ‘What a comforter hours?’
16.036 ‘I know not,’ him.’
16.037 ‘Let them do tidings!’
16.038 Then Brandir’s dread befall.’
16.039 ‘If ill befall, me!’
16.040 Then many were her.
16.041 When Níniel and nigh.’
16.042 He girt himself Brethil.